Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.